The black cat
As it stood there, majestically with its dark tail.
It grabbed its tail, and it would play the hidden tunes.
Light from the moon would shine upon the gracious one.
Still it would not reveal its blood covered blue eyes.
As the moon, effortlessly, would shine and shine.
The blood covered blue eyed one, kept on playing.
As the tunes would amplify, its tail would darken.
Dance, would the moon, to the tunes of the cat.
The darkened cat, with its tail, its blood covered blue eyes.
The shining moon, now danced by the tunes of the black one.
This is what I saw.
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